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Molly crouched behind the privet hedge, studying the backyard like a general facing a bouncy castle. Balloons bobbed from the fence, a clown twisted balloons into suspiciously weak swords, and a table sagged beneath a mountain of glittering presents. “Bill,” she whispered, “count the guards.” Bill adjusted his fake mustache. “Seven children, one clown, two mothers, and a dog wearing a tiara.” “The dog worries me.” “The dog worries everyone.” Molly unfolded a crayon-drawn map. “We enter through the side gate during cake.” “Cake creates chaos.” “Exactly. You distract them.” “With what?” “Your juggling.” “I don’t juggle.” “You told me you did.” “I said I struggle.” Molly sighed. “Fine. You announce a magician has arrived.” “Do I know magic?” “You can make confidence disappear.” Bill nodded solemnly. “That’s my signature trick.” A cheer erupted as the birthday boy attacked a piñata shaped like a tax accountant. Molly pointed. “When candy drops, we move. Presents into the wagon.” “The red wagon?” “Yes.” “Small problem.” “What?” Bill revealed a tiny plastic wheel in his palm. “I stepped on it.” Molly stared. “Bill.” “It squeaked at me.” Across the lawn, the tiara dog barked. Molly grabbed the broken wheel. “New plan.” “Run?” “Volunteer to fix the wagon.” Bill brightened. “Then steal presents?” Molly watched a toddler hug a package. “No. Then steal cake.”